The Gentlemanly Demeanor of a Doomed Monarch

Sky Capital.

Now, Chen Feng was a hero of Great Xia.

He also enjoyed the treatment befitting a hero of Great Xia.

The Martial Arts Guild had arranged a villa for him in the most bustling area of Sky Capital.

At the moment, Chen Shuangshuang was on the phone with her mother.

Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh.

Every branch of the Martial Arts Guild worldwide was searching for Su Yan's whereabouts.

But so far, no news had been received.

He had to admit the Tuntian Club was formidable.

"It seems you still don't realize how serious this is!"

A sudden voice interrupted Chen Feng's thoughts.

He turned and saw a stone-faced young man.

Strolling slowly into the villa.

"Feng Tengyun?"

Chen Feng never expected it.

That Feng Tengyun would dare to appear in his villa district on his own.

By sensing his aura,

He could tell.

Feng Tengyun's blood qi cultivation

had recovered to the level of an advanced martial artist.

It was precisely because the other's cultivation was too low

that Chen Feng hadn't detected him in advance.

Looking at Feng Tengyun, he frowned and said:

"Taking such a big risk to come see me,"

"it seems your purpose is no small matter."

Feng Tengyun replied calmly:

"My risk is directly proportional to your level of foolishness."

"But I don't have time to discuss that now."

"Your wife will certainly do everything in her power to resurrect Su Yuanshan."

Feng Tengyun's words stunned Chen Feng for a moment.

But he quickly recovered.

And then retorted:

"Seems your sources are quite well-informed."

Feng Tengyun pulled out his phone and played a recording of the meeting.

Chen Feng hadn't expected the meeting's content to be leaked so thoroughly.

Feng Tengyun continued:

"I can guarantee Su Yan received it even earlier than I did."

"She might already be making arrangements for the Kunlun Mountains."

"According to Aiden, that Su Yuanshan is very likely Su Yan's father."

"And there's a reason he's called the Tyrant in the underworld."

Based on the intelligence from Aiden,

for every day that passes in the normal world, a year passes in the underworld.

Su Yuanshan had been dead for about thirty years or so.

Calculating it out,

that means Su Yuanshan had already spent over ten thousand years in the underworld.

Over that span of ten thousand years,

Su Yuanshan had not only risen from his former rank of Martial Venerate to become a Martial God,

but had also become a dominant force in the underworld.

Even older-generation Martial Gods paled in comparison before him.

Feng Tengyun continued:

"Su Yuanshan was a peerless genius of the previous era."

"Aside from you, he's the most prodigious person I've ever seen."

"If not for his personality flaws, he would surely have had a place in today's Great Xia."

Chen Feng had naturally heard of Su Yuanshan's deeds.

Even on the internet now, you could look up some things about Su Yuanshan.

Although it was uncertain whether the 'Tyrant' Su Yuanshan in the underworld was indeed Su Yan's father,

Chen Feng knew

whether it was certain or not no longer mattered.

The problem now was that Su Yan would definitely try every possible means to free this man.

Still, Chen Feng wasn't overly worried.

He said to Feng Tengyun:

"According to Aiden,"

"the Ghost Tomb only appears for one hour each year."

"As long as we completely seal off the Kunlun Mountains between eleven at night and one in the morning on July fifteenth, there shouldn't be any major issues."

Chen Feng had just finished explaining his idea when Feng Tengyun poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"Let's not even talk about how many people it would take to fully seal off the entire Kunlun mountain range."

"I just want to ask you, whose people would you use to seal the Kunlun range?"

"Would you use people from the Martial Arts Guild, or from the Swallowing Sky Club?"

"Can you tell how many people within the Martial Arts Guild are actually under Su Yan's command?"

"Do you know why the Martial Arts Guild can never completely eradicate the Swallowing Sky Club?"

Chen Feng was stunned.

At that moment, he finally understood what Feng Tengyun meant.

To seal off the entire Kunlun mountain range—

he alone certainly wouldn't be enough.

He would need to rely on the strength of the Martial Arts Guild.

But the situation was now painfully clear:

there were many members of the Swallowing Sky Club inside the Martial Arts Guild.

Meanwhile,

at a high-end restaurant in the Southern Continent,

Aiden, enjoying a leisurely lunch, was cutting into the steak in front of him.

Suddenly, a woman of Oriental appearance walked slowly up to his table.

"Hello, Mr. Aiden."

"I am a staff member of the Great Xia Martial Arts Guild."

"I'd like to ask you about the detailed situation of the Sixty-Four Ghost Tombs of Kunlun."

"So that we can better prevent any potential threats before they arise."

As Su Yan spoke, she pulled out her work ID from her pocket.

Aiden gave it a casual glance.

It looked legitimate enough.

Not that he could read it anyway.

Besides, the woman before him was merely a minor peak Martial Saint—

someone he could crush with a flick of his fingers, a weakling he hardly cared about.

Seeing Su Yan's friendly smile,

he, as a former sovereign, immediately put on his gentlemanly demeanor.

"I'd be happy to help."

"Please, have a seat. We can talk over our meal."

Su Yan looked flattered.

"I didn't expect a Martial God to be so approachable."

"I heard you were once the sovereign of the Southern Continent—I never imagined you'd be so down-to-earth."

"The people who lived under your rule must have been very fortunate."

Aiden let out a hearty laugh.

He modestly replied, a little embarrassed,

"You flatter me."

"To be honest, the moment I became sovereign, I was still quite arrogant."

"I felt like I was the protagonist of this world, with lofty dreams of saving the entire world."

"But after spending millions of years in the underworld, I realized that my dreams and aspirations are actually less meaningful than the olive oil bread in front of me right now."

Su Yan listened quietly.

Manipulating people's hearts had always been her forte.

She naturally ordered a plate of pasta and a salad,

and then played the perfect listener.

Aiden was delighted to finally find someone who would listen to him talk about the ancient times.

Like a lonely old man, he spoke to the young woman about his glorious past and those bizarre experiences.

Su Yan played along naturally,

her face shifting with appropriate expressions—shock, confusion, surprise, and genuine laughter.

Aiden's desire to express himself was fully satisfied.

This meal was thoroughly enjoyable for him.

As for the occasional questions Su Yan asked, he answered without reservation, holding nothing back.

Curiously, Su Yan asked,

"If we follow the timeline you mentioned, Su Yuanshan should have only been dead for a few decades in the real world."

"And yet, there is indeed a very famous person in Daxia who also bears the name Su Yuanshan. However, when he died, his cultivation was only at the Martial Venerable level."

"Throughout the ages, the Netherworld Realm has seen countless Martial Gods. How could he possibly have overpowered them all?"